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at her. Always
so subtle.
    “I wouldn’t miss it,” she smiled brightly,
looking relieved that he didn’t seem terribly troubled, though
concern still knitted her shoulders, “Well, I suppose that
means class is cancelled. Did you need my help with whatever it is?”
    Waving his hand he said, “Nonsense. I have my assistant
filling in for me,” he said and as her eyes peered down the
hall to the class door she could see it was Martin carrying in an
attaché case and looking ready to fill in. “Though, of
course, he’ll only be saying a few things I have prepared, and
outlining the syllabus,” he explained.
    Leaning in he whispers, though mostly just for effect, “If
you care to skip it, don’t feel bad. You can just get the
sheets from me later,” he smiled. “I really should be
going though, Miss Perkin’s,” he said all formal, though
the smile he gave was just for her and somewhat personal. “Have
yourself a lovely day.
    She nodded, taking a step back, “Well, I’ll be seeing
you shortly. Best of luck with your secrets,” she teased, the
double entendre slipping through with an easy, simple smile. “I’d
hate to miss the chance to catch him at the podium, but I’ll
expect a refresher from you later. Just to make sure he did it
right.”
    With a light laugh he waved and headed off out the door.
    Before she could reach the classroom to listen to her meek friend
outline the semesters agenda, however, another familiar face turned
up. Three years her senior and nearly a foot taller, the brown haired
behemoth gave her a gleaming smile. Never one for over dressing, the
muscle bound jock she’d known since middle school approached
her in a tight short sleeved shirt and pants, looking like he’d
not bothered to change much from his time at the track that day.
Typical.
    “Eva,” he said her name in a groan, his deep voice so
familiar after all these years. “I need to get out of here,”
he said to her as he approached, leaving her able to make out all the
ridges of hard, stony muscle beneath that thin white cloth as the
brown eyed man gazed at her. He had a wide jaw and was clean shaven,
the stuff of every girl’s fantasies, but he was remarkably
humble considering, at least around her.
    For an instant she was transported back to being that small, shy
girl who spent so much time lusting after him before she returned to
being the adult that had helped him get into the school in the first
place.
    Her smarmy grin teased her lips as she stared up at him, “Your
first day back and already you’re blowing off classes?”
she tut tutted. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble
again, and who’ll bail you out, huh?”
    Brushing against her shoulder he circled around her, his head bent
a bit. “C’mon,” he said in that deep voice of his,
“I need you to rescue me again, teach.” He’d long
ago began referring to her as ‘teach’, and not only in
the heat of the moment, though that’s how it began. “I’ve
got some tryouts this evening and if I don’t have a clear head
I’ll be toast,” he said, though he managed to make even
whining sound appealing with that brutishly husky voice of his.
Ducking his head down nearer to her level he implored again, “C’mon.
I’ll make you sing.” A wry grin formed on his face filled
with promise.
    He forced a smile to her lips, though she tried to hide it beneath
a scowl and a sigh, “Fine, well. My Professor can’t come
anyways, so I guess there’s no harm in helping an old friend
out. After all, it seems pretty dire.” She could smell him, and
she knew it was doing strange things to her mind, the way he always
did.
    With a toothy grin for her, the large man reached out, taking her
hand. “C’mon then, teach. Your place or mine?” he
said with a cheeky grin as he led her back towards the door into the
light snowfall outside. “I was thinkin’ about you all
damn day,” he said, and she knew he was being honest. The man
had no grace with